[All we really needed was the more flowery version of duct tape! Because none of these kids can do anything by halves, natch.
Lenka doesn't need to look back more than once to know that Mitsuru is probably about to do some magic even with his mouth stitched shut -- this is looking to turn into either these two venting their frustrations at each other or some kind of magical stick-measuring contest or both, and Mitsuru is probably more likely to get on board with the latter. So.
He stays where he is and shakes his head.]
Mitsuru. Stand down. We don't want to damage anything here.
[Laptops, guys. Laptops and other children and they just stole something from the RVs, do you really want to draw more of their attention with a magic bitty fight.]
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Lenka doesn't need to look back more than once to know that Mitsuru is probably about to do some magic even with his mouth stitched shut -- this is looking to turn into either these two venting their frustrations at each other or some kind of magical stick-measuring contest or both, and Mitsuru is probably more likely to get on board with the latter. So.
He stays where he is and shakes his head.]
Mitsuru. Stand down. We don't want to damage anything here.
[Laptops, guys. Laptops and other children and they just stole something from the RVs, do you really want to draw more of their attention with a magic bitty fight.]
Chuuta. [...] Drew. What are you trying to do?